Disclaimer: Neither ER or Fruit Loops belong to me!
Author's Note: Ok, sorry this took so long! I started to type it up on Wed., but then we actually had things to do during history, so I couldn't do it during my usual time. Thursday was ER, and today and yesterday I've actually had plans (scary, huh? It seems like I've actually begun to have a life lately). So I typed tonight ,after being drug to various obligations all day long, instead of sleeping.
Thursday, was very non-like this. Carter didn't get shot, he tripped over a curb *blushes*. I wasn't the only one who saw it: I swear! At least 4 or 5 people besides me saw it! I guess I was freaking out for no reason. So, a question is: Should I even bother finishing/continue it since it was far from what actually happened?
I would like to thank a few people: Jessi, Miranda, Marianne, Tre, and Alex! Thanks guys! Marianne has some really good original stories here: Here screen name is Riddle_Me_not18. Alex has some astounding ER and Dawson's Creek fics, under Angel _Star, check them out!
Now, the story (sorry so short, once again) :
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Dave whistled happily as he emerged from the ER. He, David Anthony Malucci, had a date with that hot blonde bass player. Not that he was surprised; who could resist him? Dave kept on strolling, when suddenly he saw a body lying in the Ambulance Bay, probably some homeless drunk; until he smelt an overwhelming stench of blood. He turned around and yelled for a gurney. Grabbing one, he rushed to the body. That's when he was able to get a clear look at the face. A face he recognized. It was Carter.
~~~ 4 Hours Later, Doc Magoo's ~~~
Simultaneously, Mark's, Chen's, Peter's, and Cleo's pagers went off. "Did anybody hear an ambulance?" Cleo asked, wondering what the big emergency could be as they exited Magoo's. "No," Luka said, "I'll come with you guys too; I'm on in an hour anyways." "Same here," Abby joined in. So everyone: at this point Susan, Luka, Mark, Abby, Peter, Chen, Malik, and Cleo left Magoo's to go to the ER.
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They entered. The ER was frightfully quiet. They saw Malucci, vomiting and sobbing, with Haleh trying to calm him down. Elizabeth, who had obviously been crying, came out of the elevator. "Lizzie," Mark said, seeing her distraught state, "What's wrong?" "Oh gee Mark, They stopped selling Fruit Loops in the cafeteria! What on earth do you think is wrong?!", Elizabeth, seeing Mark's confused expression, gasped, "Oh good God, you haven't heard." "No...", Mark slowly drew out. Elizabeth turned around, and said softly to Haleh, "Why don't you take Dave out? I don't think he should hear it again." Haleh, nodding said, "Sure Dr. Corday," and led Dave out. Elizabeth sat down, gripping the chair's arm, and began to stutter out, "Dave... he found him out in the ambulance bay: 4 GSWs, bleeding for more than an hour. We took him up to surgery, Romano made me leave as he started to code..." "Who, Lizzie? Who are you talking about who got shot?", Mark said alarmingly. Elizabeth, in barely more than a whisper, uttered, "Carter."
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"WHAT?!", Peter bellowed, but Elizabeth stated, "Peter, don't bother going up: Romano made me leave, there's no way he'll let you up." "Like hell he won't," Peter retorted, and started to run to the elevator when Romano walked in, with tears in his eyes.
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Abby stared at Romano. Romano the bigoted, crude jerk who happened to be the head of the hospital. The Romano whom nobody liked, who had obviously been weeping. 'He can't be dead... Please.' Romano started to speak, but words didn't come out. He cleared his throat, and began to stammer, "The kid's all right. One bullet split his kidney, the other hit his kidney, but we were able to repair it. The other bullet...hit his left artery, and we had a specialist come in. He... went into cardiac arrest; we had to crack open his chest... It took awhile, 25 minutes, but we got him back. He's in the SICU right now." Peter broke the silence, "What happened? Who shot him?" Kerry answered, "We don't know. There was blood by his car, and in the Ambulance Bay. CPD's going to get back to us." Abby, speaking for the first time, inquired, "Can we see him?" Romano, quietly said, "He hasn't woken up yet.
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Peter walked into the hushed, silent SICU room. A nurse, taking vitals and checking the monitors, quietly stepped out of the room. He looked at Carter's chart, avoiding at actually looking at Carter. Why on Earth would somebody want to hurt him? Benton deftly sat down on a chair. He began in a low voice, "Carter, man, I just don't know what to say... I can't believe something this horrible could happen to you again. This time, I'm not going to go away; I won't go away like last time and let you do something stupid again. And whoever did this to you: I want to take them down. Whoever did this to you is going to regret the day they messed with Peter Benton's friend."
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The room was utterly silent, other than the faint beeping noise of the monitors. Abby felt so... futile, and completely useless. She stared at Carter's frail form, struggling to survive. He had always been so strong, he had always been there for her, no matter what. She went to the side of his bed, where there was a chair. She grasped his hand, and began to pour out how she felt, it was probably the only time she'd ever have the guts to, "Car- John, I broke up with Luka. He figured me out; for the first time, he did. He figured out I was in love with you. I know what you're thinking: if I loved you then why on Earth didn't I tell you last May. It's just-- I've always listened to advice, been as sensible as I thought I should be. If I told you, then I could have gotten hurt. Or, even worse, I could have hurt you: my relationships are always so screwed up. With Richard, with Luka. I don't want either one of us to get hurt. But, it hurts so much not to have you in my life; I can barely stand it. I love you John." Abby stood up, and began to walk away gradually, but that was when she felt John squeeze her hand.
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So, should I finish it, or abandon it like an empty soda can on the highway (not that I litter...)?
Thanks for reading! ~Tori
